AT TABLE SAT DOWN

(This is Good Friday. This photo reminds me of my favorite hymn. Posting it as my take on this photo prompt)

O, welcome, all ye noble saints of old
As now before your very eyes unfold
The wonders all so long ago foretold.
God and man at table are sat down.

Elders, martyrs, all are falling down;
Prophets, patriarchs are gath’ring round.
What angels longed to see now man has found:

God and man at table are sat down.

Who is this who spreads the vic’try feast?
Who is this who makes our warring cease?
Jesus, Risen Savior, Prince of Peace.
God and man at table are sat down.

*The full hymn by Travis Cottrell
O, welcome, all ye noble saints of old
As now before your very eyes unfold
The wonders all so long ago foretold.
God and man at table are sat down.
Elders, martyrs, all are falling down;
Prophets, patriarchs are gath’ring round.
What angels longed to see now man has found:
God and man at table are sat down.
Who is this who spreads the vic’try feast?
Who is this who makes our warring cease?
Jesus, Risen Savior, Prince of Peace.
God and man at table are sat down.
Beggars, lame, and harlots also here;
Repentant publicans are drawing near.
Wayward sons come home without a fear.
God and man at table are sat down.
Worship in the presence of the Lord
With joyful songs and hearts in one accord.
And let our Host at table be adored.
God and man at table are sat down.
When at last this earth shall pass away,
When Jesus and his Bride are one to stay,
The feast of love is just begun that day,
God and man at table are sat down
*Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt, every week. Thanks for this week’s photo prompt © Fatima Fair Deria
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THUS FAR AND NO FURTHER

Come on, can’t you see the road marked out by tyre tracks!

The sign back there doesn’t inspire me!

Maybe it was put there way back when the road was narrow!

I still say it is ominous!

Oh, don’t be a baby. Remember, we are adults and can manage!

Who is there on the other hill waving the hand?

There is no one there. Are you crazy!

No, I did see someone.

Here we are. Now what do you think of the view!

Lets go back, I have a bad feeling!

What is that coming towards us? Run, baby, run!

*Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt, every week. Thanks for this week’s photo prompt © Björn Rudberg

STILL LIFE

Mom, Mom, Mom!

Daniel, when did you come?

Just now, through the door!

How did I miss you? I was watching for you!

My bed and my room! Finally! Nothing like home!

Oh, here is Dad now!

Our boy is home!

Guys, what is this box here?

Open it and see!

A camera, the latest! How did you…

We saved up for it. Mom took in some sewing. I took in some work!

You have so many needs!

Son, you sacrificed your dream to work and support us. We can do the same!

Now you can pursue it, atleast part-time!

*Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt, every week. Thanks for this week’s photo prompt ©Ted Strutz

 

DREAM P(A)LACE

MAR9TH

She squealed when the place came into view.

“Happy, my queen?”

“Yes, my king. You found my dream place!”

“How did you manage to find it? How did you know?”

“I found your diary. I searched around. And here we are!”

“You are the best!”

“Keep saying that!”

“The location is picture perfect. Must have cost you a lot!”

“Anything for you, my sweet!”

Let’s walk around, before we go inside”

“Sure. We have still time, daylight left”

“Look at those woods. We can have long walks.”

She turned towards him with a smile.

Thunk! Stunned, she opened her eyes!

*Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt, every week. Thanks for this week’s photo prompt ©Sandra Crook

NO BARRIER

https://rochellewisofffields.files.wordpress.com/2018/02/j-hardy-boxing-gym.jpeg?w=845&h=617Mary, does your father know what you are doing?

No Nungshibee.

Why not? Surely he would be happy that you will be appearing in the State level competition!

No, he won’t. You know what is the goal of our parents!

You mean marriage? Yes, I do.

If my face gets damaged I won’t be good bride material. He will have to give big dowry!

Yeah. Why we can’t follow our dreams and ambitions.

They don’t want to be the ridicule of others who will condemn them for not getting us married.

Win the State title, Mary. Set us free please!

*In India a woman is expected to marry and settle down. The father of the bride has to shell out a lot of money for the wedding and other expenses. So the goal of many Indian parents is to just enough education to get a good proposal and then marry them off. This is the story of one of the most courageous women in India, who just didn’t overcome one odd but many odds to prove her mettle. She is an inspiration to many in India. She is Mary Kom Boxer See the source imageChungneijang Mary Kom Hmangte, better known as Mary Kom, is an Indian Olympic boxer hailing from the Kom tribe in Manipur. She is a five-time World Amateur Boxing champion, and the only woman boxer to have won a medal in each one of the six world championships. Nicknamed “Magnificent Mary”, she is the only Indian woman boxer to have qualified for the 2012 Summer Olympics, competing in the flyweight category and winning the bronze medal. She has also been ranked as No. 4 AIBA World Women’s Ranking Flyweight category. She became the first Indian woman boxer to get a Gold Medal in the Asian Games in 2014 in Incheon, South Korea. A biopic has been made on her.

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*Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt, every week. Thanks for this week’s photo prompt ©J Hardy Carroll

 

THANKFULLY YOURS

Thankful for the life you have given me,
Birthed safely from a woman, a woman to be.
Life could have ended in a fatal way,
But you thought to keep me until this beautiful day!
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Thankful for the barren search of the early years,
When I walked the valley of teenage fears.
I floundered and flopped around with bitter tears,
Until you set my heart and feet towards solid shores!

Thankful for the times of marital growth,
While I resisted and fought the urge to bolt.
Balancing parenthood with wifehood wasn’t a breeze,
Until I knew you were the One I had to please!

Thankful for the season of serving publicly,
Where I saw my efforts bear fruit productively.
It was a favor you bestowed graciously,
I didn’t deserve even a bit of it seriously!

Thankful for the days that are yet to come,
The history of my past will enable me not to succumb.
Pleasures and pressures there are still to overcome,
You will hold me up until I am fully done!

© SABINA TAGORE IMMANUEL
*Photo https://unsplash.com/photos/p2OQW69vXP4